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The darkness of the night was all the cover they had. It wasn’t nearly enough for any of them, but it was all they were getting. The battlefield wasn’t going to be convenient for them - war wasn’t pleasant, it was grueling, and all they could do was try to endure and survive.

The troop transport was quiet, except for the sound of the engines as it rumbled to its destination. Moving to a new front, they were the first line of attack, not the most pleasant position to be in but at least it had been bombed to hell before they got there. Their goal was to sweep up the rest of the resistance and secure the area so that they could establish a new base command. It was dangerous, unpleasant, and utterly necessary.

None of them doubted their mission. The fascists had risen up once more, trying to sweep the rest of the continent into their overbearing grip and re-establish the notion of a superior race. The fears of nuclear destruction were on everyone’s minds, but clandestine operations had secured all weapons from the hands of the fascists, for now. There was no question they were trying to build some, or acquire them in other ways, as a trump card to ensure they could remain in power even if defeated. It was imperative that the war be ended quickly before they could do so, or the entire world would be imperiled.

That weighed heavily on everyone in there...though, that wasn’t the only thing. Without question, the troops were all trying to adjust to the biggest presence on the transport - a single soldier, done up like a behemoth of a creature, an image straight out of prehistory - the form of a three-horned triceratops pasted over the image of a man, nervously fiddling with his weapon. None of them had quite adjusted to it - least of all the man inside the suit. It was one thing to be testing in the relative peace of the base, quite another to be sent out to the battlefield. Ray Maragua knew the risks, knew that they wanted combat data, knew he was supposed to be protected...but still, the nerves were there.

The suit was cutting-edge technology, part of the Wendigo Armor Project - a protective frame designed to withstand the stresses of combat, as well as inspire terror in their foes by conjuring up a beastly image. What better than a dinosaur, a creature long extinct, to make them convinced they had biological technology the likes of which the world had never seen? Ray was of course still human, locked up tight in what was more a suit of armor than anything, though very realistic-looking armor. The suit was bigger than he was, so he was hooked up with some advanced sensors that fed information to his brain in lieu of a direct line of sight from his own eyes. His body moved with the suit, sensors easing the weight of it and allowing him free motion, though it still felt clunky. His strength was amplified by the suit, making it appear like he had much more power than his own body could provide. It was meant to be highly durable, resistant to bullets, blasts, and bludgeoning. And to top it all off, an advanced nanite system designed to support him and stitch up any damage to either the suit or his own body. Ray didn’t fully understand this last one, it was the newest of new tech and still top secret. But he hoped it worked as they wanted, because that could be the thing that decided whether he lived or died on the battlefield.

The transport lurched to a sudden stop, and the doors opened up. Their commander appeared in sight. “Come on! Get a move on, we’ve got no time to waste! I need everyone out and on the assault in two minutes! We’ve got reports of heavy resistance, if they force us back we’ve lost all the progress we’ve made in the last two months! Take it to them, don’t show them any mercy!”

The other soldiers hustled out, leaving Ray the last to emerge. He felt out of place, and it was no surprise - this wasn’t ‘his’ unit, he didn’t really have one, he was along for the ride as a test. It didn’t feel like a good time or place for a test, but war often didn’t do things by convenience. He was the last one off, the pale light from the truck illuminating the pebbly ‘hide’ that was superficially covered by a vest and short slacks. They provided no protection, but reduced discomfort among the other soldiers who had complained about the perception of nudity.

Ray wasn’t exactly armed to the teeth, he had a standard issue assault rifle and a couple of grenades on him, but that was about it. Yet, it was expected that he would be out in front, as he was supposed to be the most protected of all of them...he would have preferred a bit more firepower, there was no help for it. So he charged to the front, leading the pack as gunfire erupted around him. Not all hostile, there were gunners stationed nearby trying to root out some of the resistance in makeshift bunkers. But there were definitely enemies around - he could see them, the moonlight enough to illuminate motion. Other assault units had probably landed not too far away, but most of them wouldn’t be out this far in front, so he took the command to fire at will at its face.

Gunfire erupted from his weapon - loud, but thanks to the audio depressors, not painful. He heard an agonized cry from the direction he fired, one man falling to the ground motionless. Return fire came his way, but he didn’t feel any impacts on his armor, and returned fire once again to stop the attack. More motion caught his eye, and then he felt impacts on his thighs, making him wince. The bullets were stopped, but he felt the pressure, no pain but definite discomfort - necessary for getting him out of the way of harm. He turned again, but supporting fire ended the threat before he needed to attack. He gave a signal of gratitude to the soldier, who returned it hesitantly. Ray didn’t take it personally - they didn’t know what to make of him, and he could hardly blame him. But as long as they were on the same side, he knew that that would be the most important point.

Though the return fire was over for the moment, he knew it wouldn’t last - they wouldn’t say heavy resistance if it was just a couple of stray fascists. So he advanced, and the rest of the unit advanced behind him. He felt like the canary in the coal mine...but at least this canary had heavy protection.

———

On the battlefield, time tended to lose meaning. Ray had no idea how long he was out there, firing on the enemy and taking their shots. The armor was working as intended, nothing had made its way all the way through, and though there were marks he could see them disappearing thanks to the nanites. He had no idea how they worked, or figured out where to go, but they seemed to be doing the trick.

Some soldiers liked to keep kill counts, but Ray wasn’t that type. He didn’t know how many lives he’d ended, and frankly didn’t want to. Even if they were people trying to do great evil to the world, he couldn’t celebrate death...so he had no idea what his contribution was to the thinning line of defense of the fascist army. All he knew was that he was pressing ever forward, and they were running. Some of them who caught sight of him sounded terrified, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying, most were speaking to their comrades in their own language. But the tone of voice suggested that he was getting the reaction they desired.

At a point things quieted down, and Ray found himself a bit separated from the unit. He’d lost track of them, maybe gone too far ahead...but it was quiet, there was the occasional sound of gunfire in the distance but not nearby. He had chanced upon a structure, it looked like some kind of barn or something, but was too large and too out of the way to be related to farming. He stepped around to the door, finding it locked...not for long, as he let out an amplified kick and knocked it off its hinges.

It seemed to be empty inside at first…then Ray noticed that it was simply devoid of the living. A half-dozen bodies littered the floor, along with enough weapons for all of them. All bearing the uniforms of the fascists, and not in a defensive formation…Ray had to imagine that they had had some kind of conflict and it had gone too far. The smell around was pretty unpleasant, and he was thankful he had a strong stomach…it wasn’t outright rot, so they hadn’t been there too long, but it had to have been hours at least since they had died.

Putting that out of his head, Ray looked around - the bunch wasn’t in there for nothing. And it wasn’t hard to spot what else was in there, as the machinery took up a good bit of the building. The main piece looked like a large generator, hooked up to other machinery of unknown design and purpose to Ray, all of which seemed to be active and operational. He didn’t know what it powered but he knew that whatever it was, it could only be helping the enemy. Taking down the generator seemed like a good idea...how, though? He had used up his grenades, and the thing looked armored, unlikely to be easily dropped by his assault rifle. It looked like a crude method was going to be called for again.

Hope I don’t damage something...I’m supposed to be able to do some really heavy lifting, but I don’t know the limits. But, well, that’s why it’s a field test…

He set his weapon to the side, and took a deep breath as he made a fist. His hope was to uproot the generator and knock something offline, to turn it off and keep it from being easily restarted...no guarantee that it would work, but it was worth a shot. He pulled his fist back, and then shot it forward, sending it careening into the generator.

A split second after impact, he felt a surge of electricity through him. His voice was cut off, unable to even scream as the jolt shattered his senses...and then the generator failed and the electricity cut off, and he slumped to the ground, going out moments later.

———

The sky is a brilliant orange and purple. The sun setting over the horizon creating a cascade of color through scant clouds. The fauna is green and thick. It seems unnatural in a way...or maybe natural but not of a familiar time.

He is pushing his way through brush. He is lost, he doesn’t know what’s going on. Clumsily he steps over fallen logs, almost falling. Where is he? Who is he? He doesn’t even have a clue. His body is tingling all over, he feels odd, lightheaded and woozy.

There is a village. He sees huts, archaic and primitive. But he doesn’t go there...it doesn’t seem right for some reason. Instead he goes past it. He hears sounds in the distance. There are growls and roars. He doesn’t know what they are, but they speak to him somehow. The tingling makes it hard to move, but he continues.

As his gaze pierces through the trees, he sees them. Saurians, standing tall and attacking some kind of prey animal, trying to take it down. All of them standing on two legs, looking humanoid yet distinctly saurian. For some reason, he feels a link to them, a primal resonance that seems right. He doesn’t really know why, but it’s comforting.

His body is tingling all over, but it’s getting slowly weaker. He looks down, sees the thick hands and the tough hide of his body. Of course he feels a resonance, he’s one of them, why wouldn’t he? He doesn’t question it, it feels right, his body feels like it should. He steps out and rushes for the animal, his immense strength knocking it over. The others swarm as he hustles back, using stone tools to end the animal’s life. The village will be feasting.

He turns and sees a lithe saurian, like a raptor, standing nearby. It reminds him of someone, he’s not quite sure why...he steps towards the slightly feathery creature, who looks at him in admiration, and lust. He takes hold of the creature, bringing their faces together, his mouth opening and tongue pressing against the fanged jaws in front of him. He can feel a stirring within him, his thick tool wanting to show his appreciation to the young and healthy saurian…

———

With a moan, Ray felt himself come to. His body ached, he felt weird, heavy and dull. Head still hazy, he wasn’t really sure what had happened...nothing felt right, what was going on? He couldn’t even fully remember what had led to him going unconscious. He started to feel all over him, trying to find the mechanism to disengage the suit...something might have gone wrong with it, he needed to get out and inspect it, even if it put him in harm’s way. But something wasn’t right, he couldn’t find it, even though he was feeling where he thought it should be...did he forget? Maybe he did...

But before his memory could snap back, he heard voices. And then four men burst into the building, shouting in loud voices, weapons pointed at him. And at that moment, without his cognition being fully in place, his brain snapped back into the reliable primal response of terror. He didn’t really know what was going on - all he knew was in front of him was a threat, he needed to respond.

With a bellow he lunged, and gunfire rang out, pelting his body with bullets. It hurt, but not as much as it felt like it should have...and then he reached them, grabbing one by the collar and hurling them into another, before stomping down on them hard, the crunch underfoot indicating their rapid end. A third raised his gun again, and he sent a thick fist crashing into his face, putting him down motionless on the ground as blood flew from his face. The fourth ran for it, quickly followed by the first and second, screaming in terror. Yet there were more loud sounds, and he felt his heart pounding in sheer terror, certain that a thousand were coming for him, that they were going to have bigger guns which would hurt more...then a powerful light flooded the room, and he bellowed out again, fight or flight response kicking in once more as he sought any way to escape the lights and the sounds-

“RAY!”

It was when that voice broke through the raging panic in his brain that he suddenly stopped. The voice, familiar and commanding, piercing the haze and allowing his mind to regain control. He blinked, realizing what was going on...the lights were from someone from his side, he recognized the unit commander’s voice. Which meant he was safe...though, clearly, he needed to catch up on something. Still feeling a bit woozy, he searched for his weapon, finding it on the ground not far from the defunct generator…

Oh.

Now he was putting it together. The big dent in the machine told him he’d hit it, though he had no recollection...probably because of an electrical surge. What had he been thinking? It had to have been intentional, but it was stupid as all get-out, he didn’t know what had possessed him to try to deal with it that way. He was probably lucky to be alive. Shaking his head, he picked up his gun, finding it apparently undamaged...he must have put it down before he hit the machine. His eyes darted around, wondering if he’d missed anything else, and his brow furrowed as he realized only the recent intruders were laying on the floor. Weren’t there bodies in there before? The scent of early decay was also pretty diminished, though the fresh blood might have been overpowering it. He saw uniforms, but they seemed to be empty…surely HE hadn’t done anything to make that happen…

It was only then that he started to register that he felt far too NORMAL.

The suit was good, but far from perfect. His sight was through cameras, functioning well but still having a sense of artificiality. And his sense of touch was supposed to be notably muted, as he was feeling through an armored suit, even with a bit of distance between himself and the surface. It was supposed to feel like he was in a structural exoskeleton of some kind...yet, it didn’t. His eyes felt like he was looking through them directly, no cameras involved. The gun felt as clear as if he was picking them up with a bare hand. And most disconcertingly, he didn’t feel like he was wearing nearly anything at all - just some clothes that were quite tattered from bullets.

“RAY!” That voice came again, and he shook his head and turned, heading out of the building where several members of the unit were waiting. The commander was looking at him, almost like he was concerned. “What happened in there?”

Ray looked around; there was no question he felt different, the air on his skin was the final testament. “I...knocked a generator offline...and I think it fucked with me.” His voice...way too deep, too not him, and not coming through a microphone but through his mouth.

The stares at him were like nothing Ray had ever seen - even when they first saw him. The commander himself looked like he’d seen a ghost. “Corporal...is the mouth supposed to be moving on that suit?”

“...No, sir. Something’s very wrong.”

———

The operation had been a success - the fascists had been driven back, and a new front had been established that would allow the coalition forces to push ahead. But Ray wasn’t going to be a part of that at that time - two days later he was back at a military base, laying on a bed, awaiting both the doctor and the head of the armored suit program. And what he was awaiting was merely confirmation and elaboration on what he already knew.

Somehow, some way, he was no longer human.

It had sunk in before he’d gotten back there. The suit was no longer a suit, not on him. No, it was a skin, it felt like exactly how he’d felt before he’d gotten in it. The disengagement mechanism was entirely gone, which made sense because it wasn’t a suit anymore, he was in a new body. The body of a humanoid triceratops, even more real than it had appeared before. He’d known it the first time he’d looked in the mirror, and seen the creature staring back at him - mirrors had given him weird vibes beforehand, because he wasn’t seeing things quite the way he expected to, but this had been the most normal thing in the world apart from the way he looked. Intrinsically, he knew that what he was looking at was himself.

And he didn’t really know quite what to think of that.

True, his volunteering for the program was partly because he’d always had an affinity for animal-like humanoids - they interesting him and appealed to him in ways that not everyone understood. But he’d never actually intended on becoming one...the suits were just part of an interest, one he was willing to help test and improve, but not something expected to be permanent. Now here he was, transformed, probably irrevocably, permanently distinguished from his former humanity. Yet...he was having a hard time being agonized over it. Maybe his brain had been rewired, or maybe the shock had done something, but he didn’t FEEL abnormal...in fact he felt like this was the body he was meant to be in. He knew it was so because it was exactly the way he’d felt being in his human body before this.

Did that make him weird?

His thoughts were forestalled by the appearance of a man and a woman, both of which bore perplexed expressions. The man was the doctor, he presumed, because he knew the woman was part of the suit testing project; he seemed as frazzled as he’d ever seen anyone, as he put up X-rays. And Ray knew why the moment he saw them: rather than seeing what should have been there, a human skeleton fit inside an odd deformed shadow, he saw a skeletal structure that jibed perfectly with his new form, including a full tail and a skull that seemed prehistoric.

“In thirty-eight years on this earth, I never would have expected to see anything like this.” The doctor’s voice sounded harsh, maybe because of shock. “This is...literally unbelievable. I would have called it a hoax if that was even possible. But it’s not. I’ve examined you head to toe, and it’s...uncanny. Your body has been completely reformatted.”

“Okay...I got that much. How?”

The researcher stepped in. “This is...conjecture, but it’s the only conjecture that makes sense, and I think it’s backed up by some of the tests I did. The electrical surge affected the nanites...I don’t know why, but I know their behavior has changed. They started treating you and the suit as a single entity, and...rebuilt you to match what they expected you to be. I believe they may have harvested organic material from the battlefield to help reconstruct you the way they thought you should be. There was evidence to suggest that there were...ah...bodies in that building before you arrived. Clothing and other things. It wouldn’t have been too difficult, I think, to...harvest some of that material for your reconstruction.”

Ray stared at her. “Those...things can do that?”

“Their programming is quite flexible...but we didn’t anticipate this kind of behavior. Our testing of the nanites under adverse conditions didn’t suggest this possibility. Either it was a freak accident, or there’s something about the human element that our tests couldn’t catch. Obviously we couldn’t risk electrocuting a human in the suit to test that…not that we would have even thought of that, to be honest.”

“Jesus, I should hope that didn’t come up as an idea…wait, how’d you get a sample of the nanites? They’re gone, aren’t they?”

“Oh, no, not at all. There’s an active colony on and in you...they’re still performing their duties of repairing damage to your body, and probably helping maintain your new form. We still need to study them more...but, I have a suspicion they may be partly attuned to your brain waves, and might be responsive to unconscious signals. As they certainly affected your brain, they might have become attuned to those signals during your reconstruction so as to ensure that they weren’t doing harm…”

“I...how do you know all this? This sounds like an awful lot more than conjecture to me, you seem very certain of some of the things you’re saying.”

The researcher was quiet for a moment. “Perhaps I should temper my explanations a bit...I can’t verify with certainty any of the things I’m saying here. But when I heard the report, I sought to find explanations for what I found...while I’m conjecturing more than I’m letting on, the conclusions are not far-fetched based on what I know of nanotechnology, nor based on...suspicions we may or may not have had about the extent of its potential.”

Ray rubbed his temples. “Ugh...fine, whatever. I don’t really need to ask about the potential that it can be reversed, do I?”

“I’m afraid I would have no idea how to do such a thing. With such a thorough rewriting of your form, there’s very little we could do to reverse it...there’s no programming for this sort of thing, no precedent for it. If we had known this was something that could happen maybe we would have tried to account for it. And now that we do, we will have to see if we can do something about it...but, I fear the likelihood of that is very remote. The nanites did a reconfiguration not based on their initial parameters or our commands, and I don’t think we have access to them anymore, based on the few attempts I made to connect to them. And introducing new ones...well, it would be like a virus, and they’re the immune system…”

“I get the point. I should get used to it.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Maragua, we will do everything in our power to provide you with as close to a normal life as we can. However, you understand we will have to conduct some tests on you to fully understand this event, and see if there are ways we can prevent it from happening in the future. The Wendigo Armor Project has a large amount of potential, and I would hate for it to see its end on an unforeseen-”

The speech was interrupted by a commotion outside the door of the medical room. Shouting could be heard outside, two parties, one presumably a guard, the other unknown...but the voice sounded familiar enough to Ray that he felt his heart start to thump. Oh, no…

The door was forced open, and two people entered, one dragging the other. It was exactly what Ray had feared...he was looking into the wild, panicked gaze of Leon Pastore, his partner of almost three years. The other was probably the guard that had been stationed outside the room, who was trying desperately to hold Leon back - his boyfriend wasn’t exactly a big person, but Ray knew he could overwhelm just about anyone if he wanted to. “What happened to him? What did you people do to him?!”

“Sir! Control yourself!” The doctor clearly did not want to deal with another headache. “Dammit, Shenks, I told you to keep everyone out!”

“Been trying, doc!” the guard grunted, trying once again to drag Leon out and briefly getting a hold before Leon broke free again and flung himself at Ray. He didn’t really know what to do as Leon started rubbing over his arm, seeming simultaneously shocked, horrified, and fascinated all at once.

“What...how...what the hell is this?”

The researcher looked quizzically at Ray. “Does this person know you?”

“Yes...this is my boyfriend.” Ray was completely confused...especially over why Leon was there, when he was supposed to be out with his unit on a mission. Surely he didn’t ditch them for this? But how would he even have known? Outside of the base, what had happened was not widely known...so he had to have been here, but why?

The researcher was under no such concerns as he turned to the doctor. “Let him be here. If he’s connected to Ray, then he’s probably going to need to know certain things. Provided he doesn’t cause a disruption, it should be fine.”

“Fine, whatever.” The doctor threw up his hands in exasperation. “This is Twilight Zone shit already, it can’t get any worse.”

Satisfied with that response, the researcher turned back to Ray. “As I was saying, the potential of the Wendigo Armor Project has already been demonstrated. But we need to prevent this sort of thing from happening again, if possible, so if we can perform some tests...as minimally invasive as possible, of course. I will see to it that you are not confined to a laboratory as soon as we can confirm that the nanites do not have any other unanticipated functions, and to see if there are mechanisms that we can put in place to forestall this event from happening again.”

Or to recreate it...they already know I took a half dozen bullets without more than a couple bruises. If they think this is super soldier stuff, they may be rethinking the whole armor thing… But he just nodded in assent. That wasn’t for him to worry about...at the very least, if that was their intention, then perhaps the next ones through would at least be going in knowing what they were doing. Right now, all he wanted to do was rest and talk with Leon, and try to settle his boyfriend down...and hope that this wasn’t going to make him an ex.

———

Fortunately, that worst-case scenario didn’t come to pass. And for that Ray was exceptionally thankful, because he needed the support - adjusting to the reality of his transformation would have been hard enough without someone to talk to, and talk to in a casual way, not in a clinical way like the researchers and doctors he had to interact with most of the day. Leon was a godsend, helping to provide some relief and make something seem almost normal, because everything else sure as hell wasn’t. Between his treatment and Ray’s tests, they didn’t have a ton of time together, but whatever they could manage was more than welcome for both of them.

It was a stroke of mixed fortune that had Leon there in the first place - apparently Ray wasn’t the only one who had been going through an incident. Leon’s unit had had an unpleasant run-in with a roadside bomb; the armored vehicle hadn’t been damaged badly by the blast, but the startled driver had swerved into Leon’s vehicle. He had been lucky that he’d suffered only a rather nasty concussion, it could have been a lot worse. Still, it was bad enough that he was deemed to be out of commission until they could determine that he’d recovered sufficiently. Leon had been lamenting that he’d been knocked out in such a ‘lame’ way, but decided that it must have been a blessing in disguise, since he was now at the same base that Ray was at and had been able to quickly hear about his condition. He’d cracked a joke that somehow a truck to the head hadn’t been as dangerous as a bullet to the head.

In Ray’s case, the distinction was probably academic, seeing as neither one was likely to do much to his new body.

His suspicions that they might be interested in replicating his transformation had only increased during the testing - though, at this point, he could hardly say he blamed them. Even he had to pause at the effects of the changes, some of which he didn’t even realize until they were pointed out to him. His reconstructed skeleton featured not only thicker bone, but far stronger - he didn’t know what they were basing it off of, but one researcher had likened it to carbon fiber in tensile strength. His musculature was of a unique density that proved well beyond expectation, he had been able to heft a one-ton weight over his head without breaking a sweat, the most they had the means to test at the moment, but they were pretty sure he was capable of an order of magnitude more. His hide was distinctly superior to Kevlar, judging from the gauge of ammunition it had stopped without piercing. His cardiac systems had received commensurate upgrades, they had run him three hours on a treadmill and he was barely taxed at the end, though bored out of his skull. All this, and yet it had somehow completely preserved his memory and, aside from minor differences, his personality and identity, meaning he was just as sharp as ever. He probably could have run out there naked as a jaybird and still been as effective as an entire platoon...a thought that amazed and sort of scared him. And then there was their newest hypothesis…

“Bomb-proof? Are you serious?”

Ray nodded. “They think so, anyway. I’m not letting them test that, though.”

“I should hope not!” Leon exclaimed. “You can’t test a person on that! Even if you do think they are! What if you’re wrong?”

“My thoughts exactly. Though, I can’t exactly say I’m entirely doubtful, with everything else they’ve said...everything is already weird to the maximum anyway, why not make it weirder by saying I could survive a grenade point-blank?”

“What, you say it’s too much that you’ve gained a foot and a half, a hundred fifty pounds of supremely badass muscle, bulletproof hide, wound regeneration, and bones that wouldn’t break unless you used industrial equipment on them?”

Ray gave a slightly weary smile to his boyfriend. After getting over the shock of the change, Leon seemed to be finding it more agreeable than Ray ever expected, to the point that he seemed to almost consider it an upgrade. Or maybe he was trying to get Ray to buy into it more fully, to help him feel better about something he was going to have to live with. He didn’t mind it, necessarily, though it sometimes seemed a bit excessive. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked me better this way.”

“Of course not! I just like you just as much, and I want to make sure YOU like yourself just as much, too.”

“I’m trying to. It’s just...you know. An adjustment. I’m not sure how to deal with the fact that I’m not actually human anymore.”

Leon patted his arm reassuringly - he’d gotten to leaning against Ray and rubbing him all over his chest and stomach, seeming to be entranced by the muscular form. Not something Ray was entirely used to, he’d been fit but not exactly toned in his previous form, and while he’d been a bit bigger than Leon it was definitely not on this scale where the human looked positively puny in comparison. “You’re still you, human or not. Besides, didn’t you say you were like halfway to furry already? This is just the other half.”

Ray snorted at that. “I think actually turning INTO a furry is more like about 500% furry. Or scaly, I guess. Same idea.”

“Either way, I know you kinda had an eye for that kinda thing. If anyone can get to appreciate a body like that, it’s you.”

“I guess. Sounds like you’ve gone farther than I have, though, and you were never into that kinda stuff.”

“True, but...I guess a lot of that was that I just really didn’t get it all because it was all, uh...you know, not reality. Never really understood why people would get into something like that that they could never really, you know, attain in any way. With it sitting right in front of me, it’s different. I guess when it’s real, I can see the appeal. Besides, it’s kinda cool - who else can talk about having a dinosaur boyfriend and actually mean it?”

“I’ll take it. I was worried I’d lose the only person I’ve been close to for years.”

“Yeah, I guess some people could take it badly. But you don’t have to worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way.” Leon paused his rubbing for a moment, his hand hesitating on his abs. “Hey, Ray, have they, uh...mentioned anything about...sex?”

“Not a word. I think they have other things on their mind.”

“Well, I’m curious. I mean, do you...uh...know what changed down there?”

Ray shook his head. “I’ve honestly been a little nervous about trying to find out. All I know is that it’s not the way it was before...whatever I have is packaged on the inside, and I’ve been less than keen about trying to, uh, unpackage it. Like, everything else I can figure out, the nanites upped my bone size and muscle to fit the frame they thought I was supposed to have, the exterior toughness is because of how they designed the suit, same with the shape...but it wasn’t like they lovingly crafted an anatomical replica of whatever the hell a Triceratops was packing. How would they even know what to make?”

“Good point...but I’d like to know what kind of sex life to look forward to with this, and get a start on figuring out what I need to adapt to. So, uh...do you mind?”

The new trike shrugged. “If you want, I’m game...I guess I should figure this out at some point anyway.” He spread his legs a bit, offering access to the somewhat camouflaged slit hiding down there - easy enough, he hadn’t worn anything since he got to the base, nor had anyone insisted on it since he was pretty isolated except from doctors and researchers who wanted to see as much of him as possible. Well, short of this, anyway. Whatever was in there, it was easier to urinate without pushing anything out, so he hadn’t bothered...he really wasn’t sure what to expect, and just hoped that it wasn’t NOTHING, which was allegedly what some reptiles had to deal with.

As Leon pushed his fingers inside, Ray drew in a deep breath, one hand gripping tight to the bed. That felt GOOD...such a bizarre sensation to someone who had never had a genital slit before, but his brain seemed to interpret it as entirely natural, and entirely enjoyable. Leon picked up on his slight moan immediately. “Oh, that sounds like it’s good for you...I’m gonna have to think up some tricks to take advantage of that.” He continued to rub and stroke, going deeper within that slit every few seconds, touching another spot of virgin flesh that made Ray moan a little louder and deeper. He could feel something welling up within, responding appropriately to the treatment…

“Shit…” It was an expression of awe rather than dismay, though Ray wasn’t quite sure what brought it on. As he looked down, though, he started to get an inkling...his slit had swollen a bit, parting slightly, as if in preparation, and...his eyes widened, he hadn’t quite been cognizant of just how DEEP Leon was going. As it was, the human had four fingers buried to full depth, and it wasn’t even a tight squeeze. “Oh, man...if that tells me what I think it tells me…”

“Huh?”

“I mean...I’m not an expert, but...I don’t think the house is gonna dwarf its occupant, if you get my drift…”

Ray was about to try to process that when he felt an instinctive urge...one he wasn’t quite familiar with, but he obeyed anyway, tensing and sort of pushing to help sate it. He felt Leon pull out rather quickly once his fingertips bumped up against it...yes, something was coming out, he closed his eyes as he half-let, half-made himself evert, the process getting easier as he come out more, a rather significant relief as he felt cool air on a sensitive protrusion. He opened his eyes and looked down...he was not ready.

Holy fuck, is that as big as I think it is?

He was gobsmacked at the sight, and he could see Leon with the same expression. It bore very little resemblance to his prior endowment in any way - a blunt, slightly flared head, a bumpy surface down the length, and another ring near the base, the entire length of flesh a deep red, blatantly inhuman and not exactly analogous to anything Ray could imagine seeing. But more than that, it was gargantuan, longer than Leon’s forearm and considerably thicker. He wasn’t even sure how that all fit inside him...then again, he hadn’t been erect, most likely, and he was standing at full mast now. No wonder it wanted him to push out…

“Jesus FUCK, Ray.” Leon’s voice was trembling...Ray wasn’t quite sure if it was fear or excitement. He knew what HE would be feeling if he was looking at that monster from a human’s perspective. “I don’t know who programmed those nanites but DAMN, they had some IDEAS.”

“I’m, ah, pretty sure this wasn’t part of the original programming…”

“Well, someone had some ideas, anyway. Either way, though...man, this thing is a beast. I don’t think I’m gonna be sucking it any time soon...licks might work, though, if that does anything for you…” Leon was shifting off of the bed and onto his knees in front of Ray, now using both hands to slowly work that gargantuan shaft. “Jesus, I still can’t get over this, this is like one of those jokes that people make when they talk about how big they are. You could probably club a guy to death with this.”

“I’m going to do my very best NOT to do that...I think I have better tools for the job, such as any other part of my body.”

“True. You’ve got more muscle everywhere else, and if they’re too thick to club, those horns could probably do some damage.”

“...Okay, if YOU’RE thinking about all the ways I’ve become a goddamned fighting machine, there’s no way the brass isn’t.”

“Hm, I should probably leave that to them, then. I’ve got more interesting things to think about, anyway…” Leon leaned in and gave a lick to the blunt head of that cock, his tongue slipping slightly into the slit at the middle. Ray wasn’t quite prepared for that, nor the sensation that rushed through him as it happened, and his back arched, fingers gripping the bed tight and making it creak slightly. That was amazingly good...his breaths got heavier as pleasure started to well up in him from Leon’s ministrations. He had wondered if it would be possible for Leon to effectively work him up with that kind of size, but clearly he didn’t need to be concerned about that.

“Sounds like that hit the spot for you...I’m gonna have to keep that in mind. But damn, you taste weirdly good, way different from before but I like it a lot.” Leon swiped his tongue once again, and this time was rewarded with a gush of pre that splattered on his tongue, mouth, and much of the rest of his face under his nose. “Gah! Oof, I probably should have been prepared for that…”

“Are you okay?”

“Just wet. That’s fine, I can wash up later, I’ll just want to make sure I’m not wearing clothes when doing this unless I want them smelling like sex. Hm, there might be a few…” Ray didn’t get the chance to ask about that, as Leon went right back to playing with him, making it hard to focus on anything else. It was like his brain didn’t know how to keep up properly, even though he’d had a cock before his transformation and used it fairly extensively, it was treating this like a brand new thing, like he could hardly remember what it was like. So even though there wasn’t a huge amount of coverage from Leon’s hands and tongue, it was more than enough to be pushing him closer to the blissful finale.

But Leon was making it more than clear that he wasn’t going to leave it that simple. It was absolutely stunning how adaptable his boyfriend was being, coming up with tricks on the fly to pleasure that behemoth of a cock that he possessed now. Not just tonguing that thick headslit, though he did plenty of that, even pushing it as far in as he could get it; no, his mouth toyed with other parts, the tongue going under the head and tickling underneath the flare, even nibbling a bit on it, which wasn’t nearly as frightening as it sounded - it was quickly clear that his cock was as tough as any other part of him, not about to succumb to a few measly teeth. And the human’s fingers were playing with the bumps on his cock, which were surprisingly sensitive in their own right, as well as occasionally rubbing around and under that ring at the base of his shaft as well as the parts of the slit they could slip into. All of it seemed experimental, but most of what Leon was doing was absolutely working for him.

And that was getting Ray close, and fast. He could swear he could feel it like a rumbling volcano within him, building up to a furious finale. The warning signs were already there, his precum was mostly dribbling out (even then in impressive quantities), but the occasional spurt had Leon plenty soaked around his face and shoulders, as well as making quite a mess on the floor. He certainly couldn’t make the cleaning crew take care of THAT...but it wasn’t like he was going to stop what was going on to try to find a boatload of towels. Already it felt like he was having to fight to keep his climax from suddenly racing out before he could savor any of these bizarre but wonderful new pleasures he was getting.

But it was a fight that he was rapidly losing. “L-leon...I’m...I’m…”

“Let it out, big guy, let’s see what this cannon has to offer.” One more, harder nip from Leon, and that was all she wrote. A bellow echoed through the room as Ray’s orgasm hit, and immediately it was clear that Leon was going to be in for it - he had moved into position to let the semen fire into his mouth, but the first deluge rapidly overwhelmed him. His face and chest were splattered with the stuff, and more got into his mouth than he could handle at once, forcing him to back away to swallow. He still tried to get what he could, but it was rapidly evident more was going to end up on him than in him. Still, he didn’t back away, letting himself be showered in trike spunk, both of them clearly amazed at how much was coming out and how long it was shooting for.

It took a good bit for the shots to slow, but Ray was still in for one more surprise - the moment Leon sensed that the flow was manageable, he shoved forward and planted his mouth against the tip, letting it surge right into his mouth. It wasn’t a perfect seal, some of the fluid was seeping out around his lips, but he was getting much more of a feeding that before...at least for the several seconds before Ray’s climax finally ceased, letting him come down from that high a little bit. He felt so much better than he had, looser and more relaxed, and he wasn’t even really sure why...maybe he really was just that pent up and hadn’t realized it. His breaths came deep and heavy, but he wasn’t really worn out at all, just supremely relaxed.

Looking down, he couldn’t help but snicker a bit; Leon was painted in thick semen, face and entire upper body pretty recently overcome, and plenty dribbling down lower. It looked like at least twenty loads rather than just one. “Holy shit...where the heck was all that hiding?”

“I don’t know, but it’s going to be a challenge to try to keep up. Tastes dreamy, though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Sort of meaty and a little bit metallic, but it’s got this...I don’t even know how to describe it, except maybe ‘primal’, quality to it. And I don’t even know if I can really explain what that means...it just...something about it really just...gets to me on a deeper level.”

“I’d say it got to you on the surface, too.”

Leon laughed. “Yeah, no kidding. I’m gonna wipe off at least a little...probably gonna be able to smell me no matter what, though.”

“There’s a couple spare towels in the bathroom. You don’t wanna shower?”

“Not yet...I wanna savor this a little at least.” Leon hurried over to the bathroom, trying to avoid leaving too much of a trail to have to clean up later. Ray patiently waited for him until he came back out a couple minutes later with a quite well-used towel and a body somewhat de-spunked, though it was pretty clear that some of it had been more smeared around - still on him but not in danger of spreading.

“I suppose someone could call that ‘cleaned up.’”

“Well, I at least won’t be dripping. Won’t mind wearing it in a better setting, though, we’ll just have to be prepared next time...aaaand you’re still hard.”

Ray had noticed - he didn’t seem to be flagging at all, even after such a robust orgasm. Well, he DID have enhanced stamina...it wasn’t that odd an idea that that translated to sexual stamina. “I guess I’m supposed to make up for not letting it out to play until now. Not sure how best to do that, but I want to make sure I take care of you, as well.” Leon was clearly sporting his own aching boner, and he needed to figure out how to adjust to help him as well - he was worried about overdoing it.

“I’ve got an idea.” Leon had that devious grin that he got when he got adventurous. “How about you lay back and I go for a bit of a ride?”

Ray did a double-take. “Wha? Wait, you can’t be serious.”

“Sure I am. You think I want to go without seeing if I can handle it?”

“Leon, no...this monster is almost as thick as a Gatorade bottle. One of the big ones, not the regular-sized ones, and even THAT would be excessive. You don’t have enough not-insides in your insides.”

“Pah. It’ll be fine. Organs are just a suggestion anyway.”

The trike had to grin in spite of himself. “Are you SURE you’re not a furry? You seem a bit too well-versed in their logic.”

Leon snickered. “I may have spontaneously converted. Seriously, let me try...I’m not gonna murder myself, if it doesn’t work I’ll stop. But I’ve heard stories, if people can figure out how to take horses, there’s got to be a chance.”

“I’m pretty sure those stories haven’t ended well. But okay...just don’t force it. I’ll pull you away if I have to.” Ray was dead certain it wasn’t going to happen, especially not spontaneously like this - Leon had had no problem taking his previous size, but that was maybe a third in all dimensions what this was. But it probably wasn’t going to matter if he tried, he likely wouldn’t even get the head in, so long as he made sure Leon didn’t overdo it it wouldn’t hurt to humor him. He laid back on the bed, his rock-hard staff jutting into the air, waiting for the human to clamber onto Ray and try to lower onto it.

“Hah...it’s like sitting on a small barstool like this,” remarked Leon with a laugh.

“I’m sure that won’t fit either.”

“Won’t know until you try. Though I doubt the barstool would be as comfortable.”

“You think THIS would be comfortable?”

“Hah, maybe the wrong word. Okay, here goes…” Leon gripped his cheeks and tried to pull, at the same time trying to lower himself down and let the enormous head push into him. As Ray expected, it seemed like a foregone conclusion that it wasn’t going to fit inside, he didn’t feel anything stretching around him, just pushing against the end of his cock. It was flexing a little bit, it felt like, to narrow itself for entry, but not nearly enough to allow access into that tight passage.

“Seems like it’s a no-go.”

“Mmph. Not giving up that quickly…”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“I’m not there yet. Just...mmnh…”

“Leon?”

“Let me…” The human was breathing in and out, deeply and steadily, seemingly trying to relax. Something about his expression had Ray disconcerted...he didn’t seem to be in pain, but not entirely comfortable either. He wanted to call it off, but held his tongue, watching for any sign that things were going to get worse...but they didn’t seem to be. In fact, maybe the opposite...Leon was seeming to get a little more relaxed, and his efforts to spread himself wider were meeting with some success, though still not enough. Still, he seemed pretty insistent, and that had Ray worried that he was going to overdo it and hurt himself...Leon could be a bit stubborn sometimes, usually in a way that Ray could appreciate, but this time it was maybe a bit too much.

Just as he was about to speak up again, though, he felt Leon relax a bit further, and then slip down just a fraction...he gasped as the tip of his cock seemed to have pushed in, or at least part of the tip, the flare still pressed tight against that stretched pucker. His jaw clenched as he felt a wild amount of pleasure from just that little bit...and being stopped from intervening gave Leon just the moment he needed, as with a sudden effort he forcefully dropped himself, impaling himself a couple inches down on that massive tool.

Ray couldn’t help but cry out as the far end of his cock was engulfed, wrapped in the tightest thing he could ever have imagined - it might have been painful, even crushing if not for the sheer sturdiness of his dick. As it was, it was much more of an imposition on the human, visibly stretching him out even with just that amount inside...the pleasure was intense, but his concern for Leon was stronger. “Fuck! Are you...are you okay?”

“Haah...wow…” Leon seemed to almost be in a daze, rubbing the rest of that cock and his stomach, his hands off of his ass and not actively stretching it anymore. His voice was strained, but unbelievably not pained. “That feels so wild...I did NOT expect that…”

“You’re...not hurt?”

“Nah...it feels weird, to be sure...but...ah...you know what?”

“...What?”

“When I, uh...when I swallowed that huge amount of cum you put out...ah...you know...how they said...that there’s nanites all within you? I think...maybe some of them transferred to me…”

Ray’s eyes widened. The thought of that hadn’t even occurred to him. Was his saurianness contagious? Leon didn’t seem to be transforming, but how long would it take if he was going to? “You...you think you’re...going to…”

“Not sure. Maybe not, I don’t...feel anything like that going on...but I’m...ngh...haah, pretty sure...they’re letting me take you.” Leon gripped Ray’s thighs and pulled, pushing himself slowly down another inch. “Whoof...yeah...something’s...buzzing around inside, making me...shift to...accommodate you…”

“Should we stop?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me? Haah...we’re not stopping until my butt’s against your slit and you’re unloading your entire ammo crate inside me. We’re just gonna...take it slow to let those little buggers work their magic…”

Ray would have protested...except, one, the mental image sounded hot as fuck, and he was in a very randy state, and two, the immense pleasure he was already getting from that warm tightness wrapped around the inches that had already been taken were making a very convincing argument that he wanted to feel more of that. So he didn’t stop it, he let Leon continue at his own pace, gripping the bed tightly to keep his hands occupied - he didn’t trust them not to push the issue faster. It was a slow process, Leon only moving a fraction every time, that bulge pushing deeper within, sucking in more of his cock and rubbing against more of those bumps that felt ridiculously good whenever they dragged against the human’s flesh. Each movement seemed to charge up dominant urges that had been laying dormant in Ray’s brain...reminding him more and more of that dream that he’d been getting fleeting images of here and there. He didn’t want to hurt Leon, but at the same time he wanted to show him the power and virility his primal brain knew he was capable of…

Somehow he held himself in check through the agonizing minutes, somewhere between ten and fifteen maybe, though it felt like longer...until Leon was against that lower ring, his ass resting against that roughly inch-more-thick bulge. “Phew...that’s gonna be harder to get in...I think...maybe it’s supposed to pop in at the end or something…”

“I can’t believe you got that much in.”

“Heh, I’m having a hard time believing it myself. I’m so glad I did, though.” The protrusion was visible in Leon’s torso, and he was rubbing a hand against it, adding to the stimulation. “But it felt less and less weird and more amazing the more I got in...yeah, I don’t know what else those guys might do, but they’re definitely making me adapt to this. Not sure how...but if they can transform you into a fucking mountain of a dinosaur boyfriend, this is probably barely a challenge for them.”

That was a point that was hard to argue. “Okay...so...now what?”

“Heh…” Leon had that look in his eye again. “Now you get up, lay me back on the bed, and slamfuck me like the beast you are, until you get that last ring in and flood me with your dino cum like a condom.”

His boyfriend always did know how to make it sound as graphic as possible...and Ray was finding it hard to resist. “Are you…sure? That’s...gotta be harder than getting it in…”

“I’m pretty sure now that my body knows how to stretch, it’s gonna be able to do that without trouble...I think something about those nanites is kinda telling me that, somehow. And I know you want it, so let’s not waste time beating around the bush, yeah?”

Ray was still a bit more worried than Leon was about how well he could handle it, but instinct was urging him to act, and he was hoping that it wouldn’t guide him to hurt someone he considered a partner. So he conceded to everything, taking hold of Leon and shifting around until he could slide off the bed and put the human on his back on it. Looking down at Leon like that was...strangely arousing, it made him throb with delight and desire. Something about having the powerful role, maybe… “Leon...I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stop once I get going…”

“You’d better not.”

Well, that was about as clear as it got. Ray started out slowly, dragging his cock out of the tight passage and thrusting in with care...yet, it felt FAR more intense than the actions suggested. Every movement rubbed those bumps against the human’s walls, each one sending its own little spark of pleasure down his shaft that when mixed with the others created a constant buzzing thrill of ecstasy through his groin. And the thicker flare on the head was getting plenty of attention as well, it was broadened out again and maybe more than ever, ensuring it got plenty of contact. As wonderful as that static tightness was, motion was even more pleasurable, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

He wasn’t really aware of it, but he was speeding up on his own. The tentative, controlled thrusts gave way to more force, more speed, more freedom from his own reservations and inhibitions...he was starting to latch onto that primal feeling he’d glimpsed in his dream, the powerful beast that was ready to conquer. His moans slowly turning into grunts and growls, getting louder as the pleasure built more and more. That thick ring was starting to pound against Leon’s already-stretched rear, getting more insistent about entrance.

Not that Leon minded at all - judging by his voice, he was having the time of his life. It seemed his assessment of the effects of the nanites was spot on, even as tight as he was there was no sign of pain or damage, and the harder Ray seemed to go the more his cries were freed of even the strain that had come with the pressure before. His own cock was spurting precum as forcefully as ever, though it was barely comparable to what was being leaked inside him - the fluid he’d already had to take in was well in excess of most orgasms, visibly adding to the stretch he was under. Yet Ray was becoming less concerned and more eager to see his virility imposed on the human, his partner and mate…

Suddenly he broke out into full force, pinning Leon firmly as he drove in with the immense power he was capable of, his cock pistoning in and out of that overstretched hole, claiming dominion over it like never before. Their voices got louder as the glorious euphoria overwhelmed them, passion mixing with primal rutting to send them over the moon. The trike’s muscles glistened with sweat as he pushed them like only the tests had, insistent on driving that last bit of his cock into Leon and properly finishing the job. Leon felt like he was clenching down, trying to deny him, or maybe trying to make Ray break him with all the force he could muster...no, that second part must have been it, he wanted the ultimate display of overpowering force.

And Ray decided on a whim to give it to him. He gripped hard and slammed in, and refused to release the pressure for anything. Leon’s cry got louder and higher as the ring was finally, brutally forced in, setting off his long-awaited orgasm which was followed a moment later by Ray’s. Jets of the human’s cum splattered onto the two of them, each one a squirt gun compared to the fire hose that was currently gushing into Leon - it felt no less voluminous than the first, and with it all being contained within the human’s body, the flood was even more pronounced in its effect, swelling the human’s gut outward even more powerfully. The ring at the base of Ray’s cock had indeed swollen, ensuring that there was no passage out for that saurian seed, while something else, perhaps another trick of the nanites, ensured that there was no exit at the other end. All of it was within the human, almost the exact promise that he had stated his desire for.

Ray hadn’t even tapered off by the time Leon’s climax hit its end, and he felt a strong surge of satisfaction at the sight of his partner panting under him, body filled to the brim with his virile seed. Still gushing, he lifted Leon up and held him close as he got himself back onto the bed, letting the human lay on top of him while waiting for the pleasure to recede. It finally did, after a good bit, but the way that ring stayed firmly swollen, he wasn’t pulling Leon off any time soon. So he laid there, rubbing a big hand against Leon’s back, relishing the afterglow.

It took a bit of time for Leon to stir. “Ahh...god...that was...unbelievable...unlike anything I’ve ever felt…”

“Same here. I guess you were right, you could handle it...even if I have no idea how.”

“Heh...doesn’t matter how, all that matters is that I can.”

“To you.” Ray let out a bit of a hum. “You realize they’re probably going to want to experiment on you now, right?”

“Let ‘em. Whatever they wanna learn, so long as I can stay with you and keep doing this. This is a lot more fun than the battlefield, anyway.”

“I guess I can’t argue with that…” Ray wasn’t sure he wouldn’t be called out to the battlefield again at some point...but for now, maybe he needed to put the future out of his mind a bit. Maybe some things would become clearer once some time had passed, and they learned more about his state. Until then, he at least had something to look forward to, something that would help him appreciate his own new state a bit more. And if he could accept himself, fully and without reservation...well, that was the person who needed to the most.